Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The program aired on the night of the broadcast.

"Don't Think of Me" suddenly dropped to number one on all platforms' charts.

Penguin Music's servers crashed again. The last crash was due to the song "Xiao Yu," and this time it was because the number of people listening online at the same time completely overwhelmed the bandwidth.

Ma Dongteng's technical director added three more servers overnight, cursing as he expanded the capacity.

Four of the top five trending topics are related to the Bluebird Flying Fish.

The remaining post was controlled by Su Man's fans, stubbornly clinging to fourth place, but its readership was nowhere near that of the other four posts.

at the same time.

The president's office on the 32nd floor of the Star Emperor Entertainment headquarters building.

Wang Jianguo swept everything on the table onto the floor.

Folders and pen holders fell to the ground, and a crystal ashtray shattered on the floor with a crash.

The assistant stood at the door, his legs trembling.

"Answer Chen Che's call for me!"

"Chen... Chen Che's phone is off, Mr. Wang."

Wang Jianguo's chest heaved violently.

Before he could utter a second curse, his phone rang.

It's not Chen Che.

He is the risk control director of Dingfeng Fund.

"Mr. Wang, the copyright assets pledged by your company have been frozen by the court. According to Article 17 of the contract, we require that all principal and interest be repaid in advance within seven working days."

Wang Jianguo hung up the phone.

The phone rang again.

Penguin Music Legal Department.

"Mr. Wang Jianguo, the first-instance judgment in the copyright infringement and commercial fraud case has been issued. Xinghuang Entertainment must compensate the plaintiff for economic losses and reasonable legal fees totaling RMB 46.32 million. The judgment has been served on your legal counsel."

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At the same time.

A chain supermarket in Beijing.

Luo Qianyu pushed her shopping cart recklessly through the fresh produce section, humming the chorus of "Don't Think of Me" without even realizing that her pitch was off by half a note.

Xu Qing followed behind, his hands in his pockets.

"Australian Wagyu M9! Buy it!"

Luo Qianyu threw two steaks into the shopping cart.

"King crab! Buy it!"

Another king crab was thrown away.

"This truffle chocolate—"

"You're buying hot pot ingredients." Xu Qing said expressionlessly, "Chocolate for hot pot?"

Luo Qianyu threw the chocolate in as well.

"After the hot pot, it can be served as dessert."

Xu Qing looked at the messy ingredients in the shopping cart and remained silent for two seconds.

"You bought Wagyu beef, king crab, matsutake mushrooms, black truffles, two ears of corn, and a bag of Want Want rice crackers."

"Um."

"Your understanding of victory celebrations is quite unique."

"I'm the chef today." Luo Qianyu pushed the shopping cart to the checkout counter without looking back.

Xu Qing paused for a moment.

"What did you say?"

"I'm the head chef."

Xu Qing turned and walked towards the door.

Luo Qianyu grabbed his sleeve.

"Xu Qing, you come back here!"

"I suddenly remembered that I left the gas on at home."

"We have an induction cooker at home."

Xu Qing was pulled back.

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Kitchen in a rented apartment.

Luo Qianyu put on the gray apron that Xu Qing usually wore and tied it into a crooked bow.

Xu Qing leaned against the kitchen door frame, arms crossed, watching her.

Luo Qianyu placed the Wagyu beef in the hot pot.

The fumes shot up instantly.

She jumped back half a step, almost throwing the spatula away.

"Get closer to the fire, otherwise the meat won't cook through."

"I know!"

Luo Qianyu mustered her courage and leaned forward, pressing the steak down with a spatula.

The surface of the meat began to sizzle.

"Flip it over," Xu Qing said.

Luo Qianyu flipped the steak over.

The other side is black.

"This is called caramelized aroma," Luo Qianyu said matter-of-factly.

"This is called carbonization."

Luo Qianyu ignored him and picked up the pepper shaker next to her to prepare to sprinkle seasoning.

The lid wasn't tightened properly.

Half a can of pepper powder was poured into the pot in one go.

White smoke exploded up.

Luo Qianyu choked and sneezed five times in a row, tears welling up in her eyes.

Xu Qing sighed, walked over from the doorway, and reached behind her to take the spatula.

With one hand holding the spatula, he salvaged the situation, while the other hand supported Luo Qianyu's waist to prevent her from crashing into the stove again.

"Were you an arsonist in your past life?"

"Cough cough cough—you're the arsonist—cough—"

Xu Qing turned down the heat, quickly took out the charred steak, and cut a new piece to put on top.

Luo Qianyu was still sneezing, huddled against Xu Qing's chest, her nose bright red.

"From now on, the kitchen will have nothing to do with you."

"I just wanted to cook you a meal, so what!"

"The food you cook could be included in the UN's list of biological and chemical weapons."

"Xu Qing, do you have any conscience?!"

Xu Qing glanced down at her.

Her nose was red, her apron was covered in pepper, and her hair was a mess from the soot.

Xu Qing didn't say anything more, but gently patted her head.

This time, Luo Qianyu didn't knock his hand away.

She snuggled closer to him and whispered, "Teach me how to toss a wok."

"Are you serious?"

"Seriously."

Xu Qing held her hand that was holding the spatula and helped her flip the steak in the pan.

The movements are very slow.

Luo Qianyu's hand was held in his palm, and it was a little warm.

"Relax your wrist, don't be so stiff."

"I'm not stiff."

"You're as stiff as a robotic arm."

Luo Qianyu snorted, but her hand did loosen.

The steak sizzled evenly in the pan.

The two people were standing very close.

Doorbell rang.

Luo Qianyu's hand trembled, and the spatula almost flew away again.

Xu Qing caught it steadily.

"Who is it at this hour?" Luo Qianyu muttered as she went to open the door.

She opened the door.

A middle-aged man in a gray overcoat stood outside the door, carrying a cloth bag in his left hand, the shapes of two bottles vaguely visible inside.

Luo Tianxiong.

Luo Qianyu's face turned pale instantly.

"Dad—Cousin, Uncle!"

Luo Tianxiong's gaze passed over Luo Qianyu's shoulder and landed on the scene in the kitchen.

Two identical gray aprons.

Smoke was rising from the stove.

Xu Qing, holding a spatula, glanced at the steak and continued frying it without changing his expression.

Luo Tianxiong's lips twitched twice.

"Just passing by," he said.

Luo Qianyu's heart was screaming.

Dad, your home is in the suburbs of Beijing, in the east of the city. Are you just passing by? You've traveled halfway around Beijing just to pass by?

But she dared not say it.

"Uncle, please come in and sit down!"

Luo Tianxiong changed into slippers and placed the cloth bag on the coffee table.

"I brought two bottles of wine. The vintage is alright."

Luo Qianyu glanced at it secretly.

Flying Fairy Moutai. She recognized the number on the bottle; it was a 1986 vintage from the Luo family's wine cellar, long since discontinued. A bottle like that would fetch six figures at auction, but the old man simply dismissed it with a comment about the vintage being "not bad."

Xu Qing came out of the kitchen and wiped her hands.

"Hello, Uncle."

Luo Tianxiong looked him over, his gaze lingering on his apron for a second.

What are you celebrating today?

"A friend came over for a casual meal," Xu Qing said.

"A simple meal of king crab and Wagyu beef." Luo Tianxiong sat down on the sofa. "Your standard for a simple meal is quite high."

Xu Qing didn't reply and turned back to the kitchen to work.

Luo Tianxiong watched his retreating figure, then glanced at his daughter sitting restlessly beside him.

"I watched that program today."

Luo Qianyu almost jumped up from the sofa.

"Does your uncle watch variety shows too?"

"Your Uncle Zhou projected this onto my screen." Luo Tianxiong picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "You sang alright."

Luo Qianyu's eyes lit up.

Hearing the word "not bad" from her dad is basically a compliment.

The food was served one after another.

Xu Qing remade the steak and steamed king crab, made matsutake soup, and stir-fried two vegetarian dishes.

Luo Tianxiong looked at the table full of dishes, then glanced at the apron tied around Xu Qing's waist.

"I heard you're writing songs full-time now?"

"He also writes novels."

"And your income?"

"Enough for a meal."

Luo Tianxiong picked up a piece of crab meat.

"How much is enough for a meal? Enough for street food or enough for Wagyu beef and king crab?"

Luo Qianyu kicked Xu Qing under the table.

Xu Qing did not dodge.

"It depends on my mood."

Luo Tianxiong chewed the crab meat, his expression remaining unchanged.

Do you have a car?

"have."

What kind of car?

"For transportation."

"How big is the house?"

"Enough."

Luo Tianxiong's brow twitched. This kid answered every question, but every answer was essentially meaningless.

Luo Qianyu was so nervous that she could barely hold her chopsticks.

Xu Qing put a piece of steak in her bowl.

"Eat yours."

Luo Tianxiong noticed this detail.

Halfway through the meal, Luo Tianxiong opened another bottle of Moutai and poured a glass for Xu Qing.

"Is it drinkable?"

"able."

"Then drink. Let me see how much you can drink."

Xu Qing picked up the cup and took a sip.

Luo Tianxiong also took a sip.

The two looked at each other for a second.